Her pearls of wisdom

For me never forgotten

Mean everything now

Three Haikus, Two Tanka

By choice, not design

I stay stuck in this dry wound

That cannot mother.

Square :

Straight lines frame my world

Odd forms, curves, natural shapes

Are the only real

Thinking of my Father, the Swimmer

his back glistening

against the moon—mojado,

My Father Calls

A strong voice cracks through

The phoneline that separates

Us; “Stay safe, hija.”

Lavender hanging

Peace Lily in the corner

Water her when dry

t’s gotten so I can’t

say what’s in my heart: words fall

like white plum blossoms.

Mountain meets the sky.

Paths leading, skies darkening,

Winds blow. WE are here!

Fish among the trapped

I want to dive deeply but

We are quarantined